Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to
hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the
door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named
Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the
other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your
neighbor 'till
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying
babies
To the river
Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk
bought lunch
Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo! This is the best part of the
trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he
say?
Yeah! Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh! Yeah, I'm proud to be a
part of this number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle
streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we
sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we
say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything
must be this way, yeah
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to
have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah
The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss
the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the
night
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is
moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in
the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the
underfed
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild
equator?
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah,
c'mon
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin'
harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the
dogs
Callin' on the gods
You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the
crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the
crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the
edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' a good time
Got
to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of
the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' else
to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic
corridor
Tropic treasure
We're gonna ride and have some fun
When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them
sleep
And cry